there is only reality

everyone's indelibly inked

tattooed eternally living colored

hands neck genitals eyelids brain

your experiences stick like dogshit

you can wash go to therapy but the stink

persisting perseveres permeates suffocates

sticks like super sticky gorilla glue

tearing off skin in bleeding layers

trying to peel it away

conditioning an individual

dye job embarked at birth

coloring our actual thoughts

deep down beneath our roots

pull out your hair one by one

feel the little fat growth sac pop out

do it a thousand times over by then

new hairs will begin to pop in

tangled multicolored jumble mess

mixed brewed up singular realities